Ghosts Of My Past


I am my fathers son

But he is not what I've become

I've lived more life than he

I only hope he's proud of me

Every where I go

My past, it follows like a ghost

Every mistake I've ever made

Another thread sewn into the bed I've made

It's hard to reach the top

When the demons pulling on my feet won't stop

Echoing heartbroken voices

Aching over my bad choices 

Almost feel like moving on

Means that I don't care who I step on

It hurts my ever loving soul

The real pain I've cost people to know

I'm tethered by heart strings

And the memories of my awful deeds

I can't just wash my hands of this

Problems I tried to solve with closed fist

I wish for redemption but fear I don't deserve such

In the mirror is the man that deserves the punch 

How can I expect anyone to root for me

When in my path I leave behind tragedy

I've always had my heart in the right place

But I've hurt so many and it leaves a sour taste

LukeCoomer ©


  • Author: LukeCoomer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2017 19:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by recent events in my life that have open old wounds
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32


  • LukeCoomer

    It does seem that way, life by trial and error. I just wish my errors wouldn't sneek them selves into my good times you know haha

  • Louis Gibbs

    It's called being human. Don't let it define the present. Good write, Luke!

    • LukeCoomer

      I wouldn't so much say it's a human thing I know many that show no remorse for their actions
      Seems like it should be though! Thanks for commenting

    • LukeCoomer

      Thank you Martina I'm trying not to let it hold me back

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